უშანგი ჩხეიძე ჰამლეტი / Ushangi Chkheidze - Hamlet

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  • Опубликовано: 24 дек 2024

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  • @Sopho_-_1020.
    @Sopho_-_1020. 3 года назад +1

    რა გენიალური მსახიობი იყო, რა საოცარი ტემბრის პატრონი.... უამენ, და თითქოა ხედავ კიდეც, როგორ თამაშო ს სცენაზე❤❤❤

  • @maikomachabeli350
    @maikomachabeli350 Год назад +1

    გენიალურია!

  • @NAVEGANTEE
    @NAVEGANTEE 6 лет назад +1

    ვაიმეეეეეეე რა მაგარი ხააააააააააარ

  • @NAVEGANTEE
    @NAVEGANTEE 9 лет назад +1

    sityvebi ar myopnis emociis gamosaxatavad ...

  • @maikodemurishvili509
    @maikodemurishvili509 10 лет назад +2

    me maq nanaxi es spektakli da ar meguleba adamiani am dros misi tvalebistvis eyurebina da gaedzlo, goni ar daekarga, ar wakolapsebuliyo hahahaha s ro ambobs 1:00 ze oooooooooooooooooooooo ususuro majlajunebo mburdzglavs

  • @lashakhojanashvili9540
    @lashakhojanashvili9540 10 лет назад +1

    გენიალურია

  • @maritagogichaishvili1876
    @maritagogichaishvili1876 Год назад

    "Hamlet's First Soliloquy": Act 1, Scene 2
    O that this too solid flesh would melt,
    Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
    Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
    His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
    How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
    Seem to me all the uses of this world!
    Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
    That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
    Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
    But two months dead! - nay, not so much, not two:
    So excellent a king; that was, to this,
    Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
    That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
    Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
    Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
    As if increase of appetite had grown
    By what it fed on: and yet, within a month, -
    Let me not think on't, - Frailty, thy name is woman! -
    A little month; or ere those shoes were old
    With which she followed my poor father's body
    Like Niobe, all tears; - why she, even she, -
    O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason,
    Would have mourn'd longer, - married with mine uncle,
    My father's brother; but no more like my father
    Than I to Hercules: within a month;
    Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
    Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
    She married: - O, most wicked speed, to post
    With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
    It is not, nor it cannot come to good;
    But break my heart, - for I must hold my tongue!